The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink


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A Letter to Time

oh time,
you lifeless, body-less creature
who lives on youth and feeds
on age…  you trick, you console, you

sometimes, one thinks your all
that they have and there are those
who desire more of you… to read,
to sleep, to kill, to fuck

if I had the time, I would’ve
become already
but here I am, lost in you, without
a watch
but I believe you’ll save me

oh time, will you ever STOP?
do you ever feel tired?

written: December 28, 2012


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